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The first time you got drunk
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I was about three when I took a bottle of sherry out of my parents cabinet and drank it. They sent for the doctor because they didn't know what was wrong with me.
The last time I got drunk was last December, in Glasgow (I always get drunk when I go and see my family) and stood in the middle of Gorbals cross at three in the morning singing Fields of Athenry at the top of my voice. I woke up the next morning on a doorstep.
The last time I got drunk was last December, in Glasgow (I always get drunk when I go and see my family) and stood in the middle of Gorbals cross at three in the morning singing Fields of Athenry at the top of my voice. I woke up the next morning on a doorstep.
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Well the first time i got seriously drunk was at a mates birthday at his house,,
A fair number of his family was there,come the end of the night,i was in the process of doing drunk stagger home as i only lived a 2 miles away,
but in the process of me walking out the door ,i was stop and told to crash in the living room which i duely did.
The schock was the following morning when i woke up to find his anut somehow with my arms wrapped around her,and my mates staring at me pissing himself laughing very quietly ,not wanting to wake his anut's hubbie who was sleeping across the room on the seatee(hence the quiet laughing ,if he'd have woke up and found me where i was and how i would'nt be writing this now)..
I somehow got up only to find my jeans weren't done up,and my mate being my mate had an evil grin on his as you do you try to denine any thing happened but of course you can't.
And that is the first of many times i got drunk for my sins :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted:
A fair number of his family was there,come the end of the night,i was in the process of doing drunk stagger home as i only lived a 2 miles away,
but in the process of me walking out the door ,i was stop and told to crash in the living room which i duely did.
The schock was the following morning when i woke up to find his anut somehow with my arms wrapped around her,and my mates staring at me pissing himself laughing very quietly ,not wanting to wake his anut's hubbie who was sleeping across the room on the seatee(hence the quiet laughing ,if he'd have woke up and found me where i was and how i would'nt be writing this now)..
I somehow got up only to find my jeans weren't done up,and my mate being my mate had an evil grin on his as you do you try to denine any thing happened but of course you can't.
And that is the first of many times i got drunk for my sins :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted:
